Predictable

Duke had been expecting the worst almost since the moment he’d recovered Caitlyn. But he’d been especially on edge after their last conversation. She’d fumed moodily but silently in the circle of his arms for perhaps another half hour, then she’d fallen asleep.

That was a mercy he’d be denied long into the night.

The situation was simple. He couldn’t let her kill anyone else, especially not the way she intended. He’d been in this business long enough to know how revenge paid out with Karma in the end. All his connections—all Jay’s connections—they could only do so much if she used her signature medical treatment to outright kill someone.

Even the kind of scum they were talking about now.

It wouldn’t matter that she’d eliminated someone that the planet was well rid of—she’d be wasting her life’s work, undoing all the good she’d already done for the world and all of it she had yet to do. All to kill a man who was probably sanctioned in at least some capacity by at least one government.